We have lost liberty
-M. Taggart
Tag: Freedom
Odd Walking Thoughts
I saw God sitting next to a tree. The rock waved. Asked about how things have been. When being seen and having a wave wasn’t so difficult to accomplish. One smile at a time, during Covid-war, a mask wasn’t enough to stop the kids at school from wanting to run. And run. and run they did until one of them opened the door, freely with no mask awaiting his tongue, “This is Fucking awesome.”
-M. Taggart
The kid was mine. He was five.
Freedom
Politicians like to talk. That’s why they don’t know how to handle the truckers.
-M. Taggart
The capital city of thought
My treehouse with a thumb
talks with an image less than itself.
It mesmerizes mischief with Mayhem,
like a tree watching its own growth
on a ledge. Waterfall below. Thoughts
in between. Taking longer than expected,
the zipper of life made for a humble tremble.
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts
We were trying to get there so we were there, and nothing was found. No wind. No noise. Nothing to smell and nothing to see. The digging for- found absence. Even the worms were away, also looking; for us to be found with thoughts free enough to live again.
-M. Taggart
To Be. A Poem. #pros
I have this nearly non-stop feeling
to leave the house and do something.
Anything. Walk, hunt, fish, visit family,
drive to the ocean, cross state lines
and not follow rules. So, that’s what I do.
I used to say to be free in America
is to be without debt. But with Covid,
my feelings on freedom has transitioned.
Never did I think my government would
prohibit movement and daily freedoms
to the level they have. Thankfully, I didn’t
listen, and it felt great to not listen and
to find my new freedoms by not staying put.
This may very well become the most
important Spring of my lifetime.
Every May flower is waiting to be seen.
They only need to be planted first.
-M. Taggart
poem
it’s my freedom to think
i’d like to see you there
even when it’s gone
-M. Taggart
poem
Expressions adrift like wildfire,
spreading- unavailable ribbons of safety
ripped from the hands of the just and
given to the hounds of the hill
-M. Taggart
Seven Questions to Ask Yourself
- Who is my favorite me
- Why do I think
- Should I teach myself more
- Would the world be more clear with an additional eye
- What is the wing of a narcissistic society
- Where do I live
- Should I write it all
-M. Taggart
Free from thorns
I don’t always push the
envelope
But when I do
I rip it to fucking shreds
There is no envelope
There never was
-M. Taggart
Be you. Always.
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